On The InsideA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierShe talks in absolutes reminding me; I have only seen her in other peoples poetry. And in my mind she dances on fire, a shutterbug, laughing at the wind breathing in the air. Smiling. I want to get too know her, too place my hand in her hand, I want her to tell me what it is she sees, in MY eyes. And I sit here wondering, if she knows I am watching, if she knows that I'm smiling on the inside. But I'm not yet showing my teeth. © 2015 Abigale LeCavalierReviews
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